Disclaimer:No…he's not mine.

A/N: So here's the third chapter. Thank you so much to all the people that have reviewed I really appreciate it, it makes me feel so loved. :D I've been working hard to write this chapter while keeping up with school, so please forgive me if I get things wrong and such. In fact, I just finished "A Farewell to Arms" by Ernest Hemingway. Its ok, his writing bothers me because he shows no passion in what he writes, but that's ok! The story was interesting. By the way, so that everyone knows I have a fetish with eyes. That's why I mention them so much. OMG! EYES!

Cigarettes and Lavender

Chapter 3-Late Night Drive

Bi polar

Inuyasha reached his hand up and wiped some of the blood of his battered face. Slowly staggered up to the stairs; he could hardly hear his mother's pleas for him to stay with her. It hurt to think even to breathe. His parents' room was dark but he could see well enough to make out the dresser his father had indicated. He knew what his dad wanted him to do, it was clear to him.

Before he knew it he stood in front of the dresser mechanically picking up the decorated blade. His mind stopped, all that seemed to be going through it was "It's for the best." His hand traced up the sharp blade drawing blood from his thumb. His eyes narrowed and he contemplated the afterlife that is…if there's an afterlife.

His only focus was getting it over with and all his troubles would be gone. No more fighting, no more blank hallways, no more sleepless nights, and no more pain. 'It's ironic,' he thought 'ending my life with pain to rid myself of it.'

His eyes scanned the room franticly searching for a way out. It's that feeling you get when you find that you don't know everything for a test and you're trying to get an excuse to leave, or when you're desperately trying to avoid a conversation with a person. It's the feeling when you know that whatever you have to do, you don't desire to. 'I…I don't want to do this.' He realized. 'I need to get out of here…I need to leave.'

He dropped the dagger with clatter. His eyes landed on his mother's jewelry box. It was beautifully engraved with an elaborate Chinese dragon. Moving fast he threw open the lid searching for the money his mother hid inside. It wasn't much of hiding since they all knew she kept her savings there. '$132…that's all?' He thought. 'There's no time. I've got to get out of here.' He stuffed the money in his pocket and went to his room to pack.

He packed only the essentials including his father's extra pack of cigarettes. He took the same route he always took. Out the window and down the gutter except this time he wasn't coming back. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder he took off running down the dark street.

Inuyasha arrived at the bus station an hour later. And sat waiting for the next bus to arrive. He didn't know where it went or how long he'd be on the bus; it didn't matter though. The rain was still pouring and didn't look like it would let up anytime soon, that didn't matter either. It washed away any signs of blood from his figure except small cuts and bruises that were barely visible in the dark.

The bus arrived an hour and a half later and he climbed on paying the $1.50 that was mandatory. He chose a seat in the back away from the people. That didn't stop them from staring. He rode until he had to get off and find another bus.

He was in the outskirts of Tokyo now. The only bus that was running at this time of night was smack dab in the middle of the large city according to a bus schedule he had picked up. He walked the distance. He was tired and the rain didn't help much; it had been pouring non stop since the minute he arrived at Miroku's house. The thought reminded him of the violent eyed boy he called a friend but he pushed it aside instead opting for numbness.

Far off, through the hazy rainfall, he saw the light reflecting the bus stop sign he had been hunting for. He was out of it, to say the least. His head was heavy from the blows he had received just a couple hours before. The last thing he had eaten was one of Sango's pocky sticks a day an a half ago. He was shivering from the cold and from the lack of energy he had. But he had to get farther away. He stood under the streetlamp waiting for the bus to appear.

Suddenly a chill crawled up his spine. 'Something isn't right…' he thought. The hair on his neck stood on end as if someone was slinking their grimy hands up his back. He whipped around his eyes searching for the source of his uneasiness. His searching stopped when his sight fell upon a dark figure brooding in the shadows. His chest tightened and his breathe hitched. The figure moved into light relieving his blank eyes void of life His scruffy exterior and slow movements made it incredibly clear to Inuyasha that he was in trouble.

Inuyasha unconsciously backed away from the figure. The man took two steps and then in the blink of an eye stood right before Inuyasha. His cracked lips spread in a sadistic smirk showing his yellow teeth. His hands reached up taking the frightened boy by surprise. Before Inuyasha knew it he wasn't standing under the streetlamp anymore but instead laying in a murky alleyway nearby.

The mysterious man now had Inuyasha in a tight grip; his hands holding Inuyasha's arm behind his back. He was reaching for the boy's backpack. 'What the hell?' Inuyasha's already clouded mind became even slower as the man threw his bulky fist against his face.

The boy's eyes enlarged, he was going to get hurt…he was going to get what he was running away from. 'No, I'm not going to deal with this. This is what I'm supposed to be running away from.' In a distressed attempt to get away he kicked and hit at anything that was in his range. He didn't have enough strength to scream. He was dizzy his sight was blurred by the salty tears now rolling down his face.

He blindly hit around him and then his fist connected with the scraggly mess of hair covering the man's face. The man pulled back seemingly startled by the punch. His smirk widened and time froze. Inuyasha's breathe stopped, as pain seared through his side. Red…that's all he could see. His hand unconsciously went to his torso. Hot sticky liquid was seeping out drenching his shirt. His breaths came out as shaky gasps and he felt around the wound too afraid to look down, as his attacker looked through his bag, taking only the valuable things. Inuyasha felt around for something stable to lean on. The man peered over at the bleeding boy leering at him from his post. He left the alley way, pocketing a bloody knife.

Grey marked the edges of Inuyasha's vision, slowly transitioning into darkness. Inuyasha slumped against the wall falling into unconsciousness. It was some time after when he woke. His head fuzzy and his body aching. His eyes searched for his backpack. It was on the other side of the alleyway. Inuyasha suspected that he was left with now money now, but at the moment that wasn't important.

His brain was moving in an inarticulate clouded way. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to think, and he didn't know if he was going to live through any of this. His side had almost stopped bleeding slowly now, he tried to get up and he gasped as a sharp pain electrocuted through his entire being. He moved anyways. He stumbled in measured steps towards his pack his shoulder still against the brick wall Afraid if he moved away from it he'd fall. He had to get to it though, he didn't really have anything in there that would help him but he was in such a state that his mind was moving in a broken fashion he didn't know what he needed or wanted.

He lurched forward hoping to reach the wall opposite of the one he was leaning against. He didn't make it, he fell forward landing in a heap near his pack. His breathes came out shakier now, and his bleeding had started with the sudden movement. He rolled over onto his back grasping his side and sucking in a deep breath. 'I'm going to die…I'm going to die right when I decided enough was enough. Gods…that sucks.' He chuckled at that, despite his situation.

Then he heard a fast footsteps and heavy breaths. He turned his tired eyes to the sounds. He was surprised to see a young girl around his age making her way to him. Her deep blue eyes were wide with fright and her brows furrowed in worry. She bit her bottom lip as she kneeled by the crushed boy. Her slender fingers moved up to his forehead and tenderly moved some of the silver locks away from his eyes.

"A…Are you ok?" Inuyasha looked at the girl. 'What a stupid question.' He thought as he gave her a look that clearly stated that she was dense. He nodded to the gaping hole in his side. The girl followed his gaze and let out a gasp slowly bringing her stare back up to Inuyasha.

"Holy shit! I've got to call an ambulance!" She grabbed her purse and pulled at a tiny cell phone. As she opened it Inuyasha mind finally seemed to start to move. His eyes widened and his breathes came out faster. 'No! They report all wounds to the police. I'll be sent back.' In seconds the phone was out of the girl's hand and on the ground. The blue eyed beauty brought her angry gaze upon Inuyasha. "What the hell did you do that for!" She yelled at the injured boy who was now trying to get up.

He tried to speak but his words came out trembling and were hardly coherent. "No…please…they'll…get me…don't…make…go back." His throat was burning and his eyes were beginning to water. The girl's eyes softened as she got a look at Inuyasha's eyes, his eyes that held so much emotion and so little answers to the causes.

The saying "Eyes are the windows to the soul" never held so much truth than in this instance. She could see everything, the pain, the sadness, and the hope. She didn't understand where it all came from, but seeing the amber eyed boy before her she knew she had to do something.

Before Inuyasha knew what was happening he was being hauled up by the petite figure of the girl that was just sitting before him; his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist. He looked down at her his eyes half open. He managed to choke out a "thank you." She nodded. "Wait!" Inuyasha turned his head slowly towards his pack that sat a little ways from his feet. The girl followed his eyes. She knelt down Inuyasha leaning down with her. She picked up the bag and threw it over her shoulder. They made there way out of the alley the small girl lugging a bag, belongings, and a boy.

"Where…are we…going?" Inuyasha struggled to keep his breathing under control, his head swam. He was doing his best to keep conscious for the small girl helping him. "To my house."

Inuyasha was surprised to see that the blue eyed girl lived in a shrine, which also happened to be on a hill…257 stairs from the sidewalk. (A/N more like 492842384024 steps) The minute they got to the top Inuyasha collapsed, too tired to do much anything else. The last thing he heard was the girl's scream for help.

A/N: I know I know, a lot of fanfics end like this, or end a chapter like this, but I lack creativity today. By the way, I know he's not actually "driving" in this chapter, but it sounds better than "Late night ride."